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My evening was like most, where I retired to my quarters a muggy and hot evening... noon time to most with the soft hum of a fan blowing on my skin to keep me cool...

I drifted as usual, relaxing my body to rest, and I flashed.

I was instantly taken away to a different time and place, where many modern amenities no longer existed. I looked down at my attire, the soft and beautiful gown I was wearing. It was an evening gown, ruby red, strapless with lace sleeves that came down to my forearm, with matching satin gloves. It was soft and form fitting, a full gown made of satin and crenilin, with triangles opening to show yet more lace, with roses, small and sewn on and rubies sown into the bodice, and creases of the dress. My hair was long, and braided with black pearls sown in, touching the back of my hemline. My neckline was open, wearing a black and rose choker with pearls draping off me into three half moon drapings across my chest. My ears adorned matching teardrop ruby earrings and my makeup flawless with matching ruby lips. I was stepping out of a phantom, a very distinct carriage, black with a single door at both sides. The horse was a black skeleton and the groomsman was a skeleton wearing a black suit with tails. His hand was ice cold as he helped me from the step and guided me to the tavern or so I thought with a huge wooden door with irons blocking the view. He stopped in front of the door and merely touched one iron, and the gate opened wide. He turned to me and bowed and in a flash was gone. I turned to the street where I came from, and saw only an abandoned street with old lamplights flickering with candles. There was no one else in sight. The cobblestones were varied and crooked, well worn from others who had traveled before me. I entered the quiet of the dwelling, and it came alive with orchestra, a surrey of swirling gowns, people with black suits, top hats, ascots and ties. There were ladies with gowns, and feathers dripping from their hair, pearls and cologne permeated the air. The candles on the wall seemed to flicker to the music as I entered in. Immediately, the skeleton appeared and offered me a goblet of mead, which I sipped. It tasted of berries, stout and a hit of iron... I was aghast at the reality of this room, huge in size, packed with people who already seemed to know my existence. I made my way down the stairs to the ballroom floor. Aware of the aristocracy present, I smoothed my dress and listened to the music while leaning upon one of the pillars on the side of the dance floor. I closed my eyes and told myself "I must be dreaming". A voice in my head told me I wasn't, that I should open my eyes once again. Before me stood the most beautiful man I have ever beheld. He wore a black satin tuxedo, with a white ruffly ascot, diamond cuff links and tails that reached the wooden flooring. He bowed in my presence, and welcomed me to his affair. I immediately curtsied and thanked him for his hospitality. He smiled from ear to ear, and revealed the most brilliant white teeth, with two perfect incisors longer than the rest. His eyes burned when he realized I was not taken back by his revelation. They were black and gold, with a fire inside unlike I had ever seen before yet oddly familiar. He wore a black mask, covering only his upper face, and still showing his eyes. His voice was low and sultry and very distinct. It was the voice in my head I have heard so many times before. He gazed upon me realizing that I recognized him, and he casually stated that "It was time that we meet". He offered his arm, and led to the other end of the ballroom. The dancers aware of his movement, parted ways to allow him to enter without hesitation. He led me to a ladies chair, sitting above the dance floor and just aside his chair. He seated me, and took his chair beside mine. I was still holding my goblet, now half empty although I don't remember drinking my fill. The thirst beckoned me, and took yet another sip.

"How do you like my mead? " He asked. "Its delicious Sir" I replied. I was hesitant to start asking questions for fear that I would insult, or make this evening end. He seemed to read my thoughts, which he confirmed mattered not, as he answered inside my head. "It will not end if you ask"... "What is your name Sir? " I asked. "My name is Armand, although names do not really matter do they? " I saw him wink at me, and I turned seven shades of blush. His laughter rang through my head, a deep, soft chuckle that made my insides reverberate. It was obvious that this was his ballroom, his guests, and his affair. His hair was ebony, tied back with a leather fastening, and his skin was white and flawless. What a beautiful man he was. He was the perfect picture of a man, every muscle seemed to show beneath his attire, and his touch when he reached for my hand was almost deafening in my ears with familiarity. "It has been a long time Morganna". I nodded with a glisten in my eyes, feeling the loss of a love so long ago. "How is this possible Armand? ". "My dearest, with love anything is possible...". "Welcome to Castille De'Vampyre", my home and refuge." I immediately flashed again, and this time stood in front of a massive mausoleum, on top of a hill, placing roses, deep red on his grave. I was sobbing with grief and have never felt so alone in my life. I was wearing black grieving attire, and knew I had to let him go. His eyes met mine and he saw my memory so many years ago. "It was time to leave there my love." I could not bring you with me for fear they would follow and you would be in danger yourself." Faking my death was the only way to move on and keep you safe". I knew this day would come and hope you forgive me for not sharing my plan with you..." I had such mixed emotions, I wanted to splash my mead all over him, shake him, and make him pay for what he had done to me. He nodded and waited to see if I would follow through. He made no effort to stop me, and for this reason I remained a lady and did not act. He got the point anyway. He removed his white glove, and touched the side of my face with such tenderness I thought I would turn to liquid as I closed my eyes. " I could not continue one more second without you." "I have heard your dreams, seen your visions, and know that you have remained chaste since I saw you last". I am the man that your heart yearns for, seeks for in a world that is so plastic and so fabricated." "You have remained and are the lady, the May Queen I was destined to be with and far too precious to me to gamble your safety." "Leaving you was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my centuries of existence". I was speechless, my throat dry and uncooperative. Could this be my Davinci man, the man that I always search for and never find? "In time, you will remember my love"... I needed to change the subject, for fear I would pass out, or worse, flash back home in my empty bed without him. "And whom am I partaking in my mead? " I asked. He laughed aloud and many people standing by turned to see the source of his amusement. "It is an essence of my family" "Each with one drop of their blood for you M'Lady". "For they know you are to be my Queen, and therefore are now your subjects and family". He no sooner got the words out, and the music stopped, and everyone on the dance floor and side-longs stopped, faced us, and bowed or curtsied. He waved his finger and the music continued and the ball became beautiful again. "I... don't know what to say Armand." "This is all surreal". "It is very real M'Lady, for you may come and go as you please, as this is your home now too. " "Are you sure you aren't confusing me with someone else? " "NO!". "You are my Morganna, my last and only true mate." "I have waited centuries to set my life right again, and it is time you join me as my Queen and partner." "Say you will join me of your own free will, and I will make you the happiest Queen that ever lived and died, only to live again. " " You will never know the sorrow again of my departures." "For now and forever you will be with me, never again to part." A single tear ran down my left cheek, only to be caught by his lips in such a tender kiss, I could barely feel it. Just then, another man approached with a velvet box, bowing to Armand awaiting him to take it. " I await your answer my Queen". I was shaking internally and out, and knowing this he took my goblet and handed it to yet another person awaiting in the sidelines of his chair. He handed me an ornate glass, with very olde inscriptions on it, made of pewter and glass. "In this glass is my blood for you my love." You have to merely drink it, and we will have our answer."I looked deeply into his eyes and knew that I had traveled back in time to a place that only existed for us. The love in his eyes were so deep, swirling with the most beautiful memories I so clung to in my dreams. He was the one for me. I took the glass, and feeling the need to stand, did so. The music stopped again, and everyone faced us. He immediately stood and touched my arm. I tipped the chalice to my lips to merely taste, and the hunger in me drained the chalice dry. It was the sweetest taste that will ever touch my lips. At once, my body felt alive, the pulses in the room became so evident that I could feel everyone's breath awaiting. I handed him the glass.' Thank you my King". I said. "There is no thanks needed my Queen." "You are the true and rightful Queen as beheld in my blood". "No one has ever had as much of my blood as you have and remained who they are until you." He took the box from the servant patiently awaiting and nodded. He disappeared among the followers on the dance floor. He opened the velvet box and it in were two crowns. Once he handed to yet another servant who awaited him seated. Armand did not sit right away, but instead waved his hand, and filled everyone a goblet. "With your permission, I give each one of our subjects one drop of your blood mixed with mine." "You will not feel pain, my love, you have my word." I nodded.

He turned, and raised a glass, and now everyone in the room had one matching ours.

"Behold, your true and rightful Queen Morganna whose blood is as olde as I am, with magickal powers, Druid lines that are centuries olde, and a natural born Vampyre." "Drink of our blood together and never more question who is the Lady Queen Morganna, my true and rightful Queen, Mother to all who call our empire Castille De Vampyre, and many many more home." They awaited me to drink of my glass first, which after sharing all of their essence was only too willing to oblige. They drank until the glasses were dry and remained bowed head. "MLady, They await your reply." " I am honored and humbled, and I accept". I curtsied. He took my hand and seated me, and the servant once more appeared holding the crowns. He crowned Armand first and kneeled at his feet. Armand nodded and he arose with another servant who handed me a scepter made of the most beautiful and ancient jewels, one of which topped it. It was the largest Ruby I have ever seen encased with sapphires and emeralds. He then reached for the crown, which left me breathless. Was this really happening? Yes, it was. He turned and handed the crown to Armand who placed it upon my head, and kissed me deeply. He then had me arise and a cloak of pure silver encased in pearls was draped upon my shoulders. "It is one of many my Queen, I took the liberty of picking it out for you". " I hope I did not disappoint." My smile told him I was pleased, and he turned to me, removed his mask and said "Blood of my blood, Ashes to Ashes, and Love to love, I bequeath you my riches, servants, honor and trust forevermore". I repeated the same. "Blood of my blood, Ashes to Ashes, and Love to Love, I bequeath you my riches, servants, honor and trust forevermore." He reached for my waist, pulled me into him so deeply I thought I would disappear. He kissed me and we became one... and I bared my neck to him. "That is no longer needed my love". In my head I heard privately, although it is tempting my love... He placed the crown upon my head and the music began, but with a song fit for the Monarchy. It was happy, sad and haunting all at the same time. He took my hand raised it, and said " Long live Queen Morganna and King Armand!" I curtsied once more and he said " They are your family, and unless you wish, there is no need for this any longer." I looked down at my gloved hand, and there on my left finger appeared the largest Ruby, set in gold, and a matching wedding band. His hand adorned the same band. There was no doubt that these rings were from another time and place and yet fit us perfectly. " I had them made by Vampyre and Druids." " I hope they meet your approval". I was overwhelmed at his thoughtfulness, and yet another tear threatened to fall. I realized that now, I had to be the Queen I was meant to be, born into so many years ago. "They are beautiful my King" I said. "Please, you may call me Armand". His smile was so large I feared his flesh would tear off his face, but still he remained perfect in every way. " Are you well my Queen? " he asked with a glimmer in his eye. " Never better" I replied. The robe, the crown and the scepter seemed to settle into my body as if it has always lived there, and the rings glistened and played off the candlelight. I knew that Armand and magic were to play in this whole ceremony. I also wondered when this dream would end. He answered in my mind once again as he took my hand, walked down the steps with me, and began to dance a waltz with me. "This is no dream my love" ... "You now belong to us, and we belong to you." My feet never touched the floor, for we were in our own world among others as witness to our love and vows. "They will live and die for you as I have" he said. "They have all been reborn of your magick and birthright ; mixed with mine, they too will live forever." "Then it is good Armand". I said. " I wouldn't have it any other way". " I know my Queen..." he said and the smile never left his lips. We were escorted by a servant dressed differently than the others, and he brought us to a banquet table filled with food. Cherries, melons, meat of all kinds, breads that wafted of Ireland and England, and all filled with chalices of Blood Mead. "Am I to be drained dry this night? " I asked with a giggle in my voice. "No, M' lady" . "The servants have created this meal and every one after." We sat and sipped and I was thankful as my knees were threatening to give way. "Drink my love, you will feel better". I obliged and once again the life in me was renewed. "I thought this day would never come". I said. "You waited for me, my love, a hope I scarcely dared to dream"... he replied.

I flashed again, and here I was in my ruby red sheets with the soft quiet whirring of my fan... I awoke slowly and got up out of bed. The vivid images of everything still in my minds eye and the smell of frankincense permeated my room. I looked in the mirror, and found my makeup was exactly as I had in my dream staring back at me! Was this a dream? Why was I still looking exactly the same as my face was in my travels?

I had traveled once again... and this time to the love of my life in the past or present, or both. The smile still has not left my lips.... for now I know that Armand is only a travel away...



Be well...



Morganna